There’s a storm brewing outside(inside).The skies(my heart, my soul)are black as night.The wind picks up(my agitation surges)and lightning flashes in the distancememory of a current of life within my bodyor a flash of suppressed anger.

My porch plants(my body, mind and soul)sway and bend in the windflexing, always flexing, never breaking.My wind chimes(music)sway and sing and dance(love songs in a summer breeze, heavy metal in a frantic frustration).

Or destroy me(my house, my weighty anchor, my burden)And in destroying meperhaps the storm will renew merejuvenate melike a wildfire that burns in spite of the stormimpervious and giving birthto new, vigorous growth, new lifestronger than before the fire.

Weathering the Storm – Part 2

Hours(days, months, years)have now passed.The storm has changed its course(how many times now?)

Should I go to sleep, wait for morning?Should I close my eyes, wait to see if I’m free?

Or stay awake?Alert and hopeful, wishing carefully.Unplug my electronics, my brainwait to see if the storm will pass me byas it always doesas tomorrow always comes.